Goodbye Noel by Nike Chillemi

Mystery/Romantic Suspense

The first body is found under a trimmed Christmas tree, the second as they ring in the New Year (1947), the third goes head long out a window. Will a young pediatric nurse determined to make it on her own be able to care for an infant whose mother was murdered and escape the killer who has struck again? Can she trust the stalwart village detective with her life and her heart as he works to catch this killer before somebody else dies?

Pediatric nurse, Katrina Lenart, grew up strong willed and independent minded, while sharing her mother's flair for high fashion. When the police chief gives her an orphaned baby to care for, her maternal instincts take over and she's willing to fight anyone who might not have the infant's best interests at heart, even the man she's growing to love. After an attempt is made to kidnap the baby, she and the resolute village detective team up and do some sleuthing, undercover at a cult as well as at a fancy ball.

Detective Ian Daltry is a widower with a child and is not interested in a new love. Hunting a killer who stops at nothing has placed him in the position where he must protect a beautiful young woman he's drawn to. Is there's something he's overlooked in analyzing the case? Will he find out what that is before this ruthless murderer kills someone he loves?

Excerpt:

 

Chapt 5, scene 1

Long Island, New York

Late December, 1946

      

Katrina wanted to throw Detective Daltry into a snow bank. The nerve of him, barging into their house twice in two days, demanding she bundle the baby up and take him into the cold. How could that man not recall their harrowing, nighttime drive through the storm of the decade? She tossed her hair back over her shoulder, and with great difficulty held her tongue.

Momma apparently had no such reservations. "Detective, what you are doing is very wrong."

Katrina came up beside her mother, to show a united front. "This is outrageous." Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest. She hated the tone of her voice, but this baby wasn't a ping-pong ball to be batted back and forth as the detective moved forward with his murder case.

He ignored her and continued addressing her mother.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." He removed his fedora. "Chief Ferguson has already made the necessary phone calls and arrangements have been made. I must take Leslie Janos Bauer with me to the home of his aunt in Bay Shore. The chief would prefer your daughter come along in an official capacity as a nurse. It's up to her, but I have to take the baby."

Momma's face flushed beet-red, a sure sign she'd become enraged. "This is not good for him… this hustle from place to place."

"With all due respect, ma'am, a child belongs with his family, if at all possible." The detective took a step toward Katrina. "Now, will you please fetch the baby." It wasn't a request.

Katrina made sure she stood tall. "Yes, I'll get Leslie." She clenched her fists at her side and jutted her chin. "This is disgraceful. You are using this infant to solve your murder case. Perhaps your own tragic life experience clouds your judgment?"

His mouth fell open and he took a step back.

"If you have it within your heart, give me one minute. I'll get him ready and get my coat and boots on." Without giving him a chance to reply, Katrina turned and stormed up the stairs.

Leslie lay sleeping in the baby-doll cradle Poppa had made for her when she was a little girl. Poppa had that kind of talent. He could make anything. In her heart she knew, he'd figured it would be her baby's bassinet. At least now, it had a real purpose. She ran a finger over the hand carved leaves in the headboard.

"Milachku, time to wake up." She took the infant into her arms inhaling the smell of baby, sweeter than the most expensive imported perfume.

Leslie yawned and she snuggled her nose in the soft folds of skin between his head and shoulder, kissing his neck. He cooed, so safe in her arms.

She brought him to her heart, holding him, rocking him and spoke softly to her reflection in the mirror above her bureau. "Fat chance I'll ever walk down the aisle or have a family of my own with the man shortage since the war." Something deep in the core of her female-self rebelled, a throbbing turbulence, from which deep hunger erupted.

She stroked Leslie's cheek and made a funny face. The softness of his skin melted her heart. 

He smiled at her and kicked.

"I'm so sorry. I promised I'd protect you and I can't." She forced a smile and made clucking noises.

He grabbed her hair and yanked.

"Ouch." She laughed, removing strands of her hair from his little fist.

A tear escaped and ran down the side of her cheek. "I can do this." She lifted her chin, sucked in a long breath, wrapped Leslie in a heavy quilt, and picked up his tote bag.

Author Bio:

 

Nike Chillemi has been called a crime fictionista due to her passion for crime fiction. She was an Inspy Awards 2010 judge in the Suspense/Thriller/Mystery category and a judge in the 2011 and 2012 Carol Awards in the suspense, mystery, and romantic suspense categories. She is the founding board member of the Grace Awards and its Chairman, a reader's choice awards for excellence in Christian fiction. She writes book reviews for The Christian Pulse online magazine. BURNING HEARTS is the first book in the crime wave that is sweeping the south shore of Long Island in The Sanctuary Point series, published by Desert Breeze. GOODBYE NOEL, the second book in the series was released in December, 2011. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW) and the Edgy Christian Fiction Lovers (Ning).

Reviews/Notices/Awards:

 

GOODBYE NOEL finaled in the Grace Awards 2011 in the Suspense/Thriller/Mystery/Romantic Suspense category.

"Wow! Nike Chillemi knows how to set the hook into readers right from the first page and refuses to let go. Goodbye Noel is a taut thriller, peopled with intriguing characters and crafted by an author at the top of her game. Don’t miss this one!"    ~~   Robert Liparulo, Award winning author of THE 13th TRIBE, COMES A HORSEMAN, GERM, and THE DREAMHOUSE KINGS

"All I can say is WOW. I can see how Ms. Chillemi got her nickname of the Crime Fictionista. She sure does know how to build a story - and a crime plot... It's heartwarming, gut wrenching, edge of your seat intriguing, and just plain sweet all rolled into one. Check it out for yourself, it's a wonderful read!"   ~~   Donna B. Snow, Acclaimed author of DAFFODILS

"Nike, you are such an example of what one person can do by living full-throttle heart and soul. Goodbye Noel looks great." ~~ Sibella Giorello, Acclaimed author of the Raleigh Harmon (FBI) seriees

 

 

Why did Nike write GOODBYE NOEL?

 

I had this idea of a detective who had a moral purpose to seek justice for the murder victim and I saw Det. Ian Daltry as that man. Of course Katrina Lenart had to be his equal in every respect. She had to not only be beautiful, but smart, compassionate, and independent. I wanted to show their growing relationship as a deep one, where honesty, trust, and a shred faith were so important.

Purchase Links:

 

Amazon (Kindle)  http://goo.gl/8KpQ3

Barnes and Noble (Nook)  http://goo.gl/vOmnm

 

The Attache by David Bond

Inspirational Romance:

Zack Brenner is blinded after a mortar attack by insurgents in Iraq. The penetrating gaze of a woman he saw in an email before he lost his sight is seared into his memory. A failing family business back home in Pennsylvania awaits his return, and he must learn to live independently as a blind person.  Incredibly, he can’t help fall in love with the woman from the email.

Jessie Weaver narrowly escaped the North Tower on 9/11 after a brief encounter with a handsome visitor who left an attaché behind. She is determined to find him again, and her only hope is to work for the man’s family business, now owned and managed by his blinded brother Zach. Jessie faces a test of loyalty as she questions her devotion to a wandering stranger, versus her growing compassion for Zach.

Seeking to accomplish something, Zach is determined to climb his beloved mountain. A long buried family secret emerges, and a madman threatens the lives of Zack and Jessie. The Attaché is a story about overcoming obstacles, acceptance, and trust.

Is there truth in the words found in Scripture? “With man this is impossible, but with God, all things are possible.”

Excerpt:

            “I'll be all right. You don't need to worry. I'll be with Suzy for a couple days, and then I think I'll go back to Lancaster for a little while. So, Zach...”

“Lancaster? Home?”

“Well, yeah. What else?”

He shook his head, trying to smile. “You can't think of any other options?”

“Not at the moment. No.”

“Is this because you think there's no job?”

“I don't have a job. How could I?”

“I don't know. No one's fired you, as far as I know.”

“There's nothing for me to do. No business. You don't have to fire me, I'll just quit.”

Jessie tugged her hands away. She heard the words, flying out of her mouth laced with poison. She was under attack, emotions and logic warring for dominance, something inside her clinging to a desperate memory. For the past three years, one thing, one man, had given her a reason to dream. Joel understood life, knew the meaning of love between a man and a woman. He was slipping away, his memory a gray mist in the awakening dawn.

If she stayed here, instead of seeing Joel, she would precipitate his demise. Joel would be gone forever. It was ludicrous to hope he would show up. How often did he come here? Almost never. She had to leave, had to flee for her sake, and Joel's sake. If not, Zach would block the way forever.

Zach's hands reached for her, but she was out of reach. “Jessie. Listen. What I need to tell you is this. I love you. I. Love. You. But the thing is, I know how you might take that, and I understand. But I couldn't have gone much longer without saying how I feel.”

“Don't say that. Just don't say that. Zach, you remember the time I talked about Joel? Remember? There was this connection thing? I didn't tell you the whole story.” She clasped and unclasped her fingers. “You see, he left his attaché, I told you that, but inside it, there was this... this manuscript. A romance story he was writing. Over the years, I've read it and re-read it. It isn't finished, but there was something in his writing, something that reached out to me and held on. You're laughing. Stop. Stop laughing...”

Jessie was finished with this. Joel had gotten more defense than he deserved at the moment. She needed him in the flesh, not in her dreams. Even a few more minutes in this house would threaten his emergence into her reality, bringing about her own betrayal.

 

Author Bio:

David Bond is blind. He lost his eyesight due to diabetic complications in 1988, less than two years after getting married. He was previously involved in different areas of the construction industry, from manual labor, to project management. One of his jobs involved drafting, in the days before CAD. He graduated from Reading Area Community College with an AS in Technical Illustration, and later, after losing his sight, graduated from Lancaster Bible College with a BS in Bible and a minor in Biblical Counseling. He was the Program Director for a ministry to victims of crime for five years until 2000.

David has been involved in writing since the early 2000’s. He was first published in an anthology, but began learning the craft of fiction following that. Authors like Gilbert Morris, and Richard Paul Evans, and a wide variety of authors have helped shape his style over the years.

David’s Christian faith is an important component in his writing. His stories involve characters who struggle with real-life issues, and who ultimately realize the God of the Bible is able to help them.

His stories are not meant to preach, but to model. Christians, or people unsure about Christianity, will find entertainment, emotional conflict, and resolution in his books. But always, Biblical principles and Godly character are demonstrated in the lives of his characters.

David lives near Lancaster, Pennsylvania, along with his wife and teenage son. They have a beagle who loves peanut butter, and can chew up any toy on the planet!

Reviews/Notices/Awards:

“… David has a special way of writing which quickly draws you in to the story and keeps you guessing how it will end. The ending really caught me off-guard. ..." ~ An Amazon Review

Why Did Davie write THE ATTACHE?

The roots for the emergence of this novel go back a number of years. People

used to suggest I write about a blind character since I happen to be blind.

I'd always resisted, until last year. Until now, I don't think the time was

right for me to write such a story. Since writing THE ATTACHÉ, I have to

admit I not only enjoyed writing it, but I have no doubt the time was right.

I'm convinced God kept any desire to write this story on the back burner,

until now. And I'm very thankful I finally got to tell this story!

Purchase Links:

Amazon (Kindle). goo.gl/5bTFF

Barnes & Noble (Nook). goo.gl/D2Rq1

Christianbook.com. goo.gl/FYLKq

Desert Breeze Publishing. goo.gl/kdZY8

 

Tickled Pink To Recieve A Sweet Nomination

This blog was nominated for The Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award by the Cuffe Sisters. Sadie and Sofie's debut novel Arrow That Flies (ebook, Desert Breeze Publishing) was showcased here last October. You can check these incredibly sweet sisters out at their blog, The Cuffe Sisters. http://cuffesisters.com/



The rules for the Irresistible Sweet Blog Award are: put the Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award badge up on your blog, thank the person/blog who nominated you, nominate at least ten other blogs and contact them to let them know, share seven random things about yourself/your blog. Here goes…


Ten Nominees for the Irresistibly Sweet Blog Award…

1. Faith, Fiction & Friends [The musings of a bunch of friends who happen to be Christian fiction writers) http://faith-fiction-friends.blogspot.com/

2. Inkwell Inspirations [One of the few blogs that does backlist promotions] http://www.inkwellinspirations.com/2011/02/party-time-for-lisa-and-gina.html

3. Edgy Inspirational Romance [Joy and Serena love all kinds of romance, especial stories with a bit of bite] http://www.edgyinspirationalromance.com/2010/07/what-is-edgy-christian-romance.html

4. The Grace Awards [A reader driven faith-based literary awards] http://graceawardsdotorg.wordpress.com/

5. Donna B. Snow a/ka/ Donna Basinow [R is for Romance] http://www.donnabsnow.blogspot.com/

6. Christine Lindsay [Fiction that matters] http://www.christinelindsay.org/

7. April W. Gardner [History, fiction, a little of this-a little of that] http://www.aprilwgardner.com/

8. Karen Baney [Christian romance and historical fiction, and just good reads] http://www.karenbaney.com/

9. Tracy Ruckman [Faith, books, connections] http://www.tracyruckman.blogspot.com/

10. Pola Muzyka's Stonghold Smashers [Defeathing strongholds that keep us from God's blessings.] http://strongholdsmashers.com/tag/pola-muzykas-blog/page/21/

Seven Random Things About The Inspiriational Ebook Blog:

1. The blog was started by Shawna K. Williams waaaay back when.

2. Nike Chillemi was brought on as an assistant moderator in 2011.

3. Both Shawna and Nike write for Desert Breeze publishing company.

4. The purpose of the blog is to showcase the best of Christian fiction in ebook format.

5. The blog has showcased authors who write for major publishing companies, small press, and even those who self-publish.

6. The blog showcases all genres of Christian fiction, only criteria that it is out in ebook.

7. Christian themes of the books we showcase may or may not be prominent, but the novels must be considered to be faith-based/inspirational.

Play It Again by Tracy Krauss

Inspirational Romance

Sparks fly when an ex rock and roll junkie and a stuffy accountant rendezvous at a local resort, but neither are prepared for the emotional entanglements, family complications, and a threat from the past that unexpectedly resurfaces. Set in the 1980′s, this story brings two opposing forces together in a clash of romance and danger, while its musical undertones highlight the theme that God can turn anything into beautiful music. PLAY IT AGAIN is the much anticipated prequel to AND THE BEAT GOES ON. Find out where Mark Graham's journey began in this, the story of his parents.

Excerpt:

Chapter One        

Smokey tendrils drifted in time to the soft strains of jazz music that filled the dimly lit lounge. Russ Graham surveyed the clusters of patrons at each small circular table, resting on the troupe of aging jazz musicians for a moment, before focusing on the amber liquid swirling in his own glass. It was not the kind of place he normally frequented, but business had brought him out to the island for a few days and there wasn’t much else to do in the evening – alone.

Earlier he’d noticed a sign in the hotel lobby advertising the Jazz ensemble. "Jack Burton Band" the sign read. Russ had a vague recollection of that name and thought he might as well check it out. He looked a little more closely at the aging troop and decided that Jack Burton must be the one wielding the saxophone and counting out the time. He was small and wiry, with thinning hair- probably in his early to mid sixties. Next, there was a burly, white haired, black man on the drums; a gangly, hawk nosed man bending over the piano; and a stocky man with longish gray hair and a mustache leaning on a big, bass violin.

Despite the band’s aging appearance, the bluesy jazz that came from their instruments seemed to transcend all barriers of age and time. Russ closed his eyes for a moment and let the strains of music wash over him. How long had it been since he just let himself relax? Just let go and be. Too long. Much too long.

He quickly opened his eyes. Guilt and pride – his two constant companions – would not allow even this brief reprieve. He should probably just head back up to his room. He needed an early start tomorrow in order to finish up his business and head back to Winnipeg. Mark was in good hands at his mother’s house, but he didn’t like leaving him for too long. He took his responsibilities seriously, and he didn’t like pawning his son off on others – even his own mother.

Russ raised the tumbler to his lips and downed the rest of the fiery liquid. As if on cue, a pretty waitress was there to whisk the glass away and offer another. “Um … I guess another wouldn’t hurt,” Russ said, glancing at his watch. It was only 9:30. He didn’t drink much, as a rule, but one more was no big deal. Besides. Who was here to see?

As the waitress retreated on her errand, Russ glanced around the room once again. What little light there was in the room cast an ethereal glow about the crowd. His gaze stopped at a young woman, sitting completely enraptured at a small table near the stage. Her hair, which was very short, appeared to be some shade of red, although it was difficult to tell in this light. Large hoop earrings hung at her ears, swaying with her in time to the music. She looked awfully young to be in a bar, but then again, there was also a sense of worldliness about her - a strange combination of girl and woman.

He was jolted back to reality by a resounding slap across the back. “Hey, bro! Fancy meeting you here!”

“What the …? What are you two doing here?” Russ sputtered.

Ken Graham, Russ’s older brother, stood next to him grinning, his wife Kathy hovering nearby. The contrast in appearance between the two brothers was as marked as their personalities. Ken was well over six feet tall, broad and well built, with sandy blonde hair and twinkling eyes. Although he was already thirty-seven, his boyish expression allowed him to pass for a much younger man. Russ, on the other hand, usually wore a firmly set look about his chiseled features. His dark blue eyes held a deep intensity and his hair, which was dark and wavy, he wore in a neatly trimmed, conservative style. Shorter than his older brother, he still maintained a powerful, trim physique.

“Didn’t I tell you me and Kath were coming out to Hecla for the weekend?," Ken asked as he plunked himself unceremoniously into the chair opposite Russ.

“No, I don’t recall anything about it,” Russ muttered.

“Hm. Must have forgot,” Ken shrugged. “The company’s having a sales convention. Wives are invited so Kathy came along.” Ken raised a hand and caught the eye of the oncoming waitress. Hecla Island was a popular spot for business meetings. It was a scenic location just a two hour drive from the city of Winnipeg and offered first class facilities. “What about you? I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“My firm does their books, remember?” Russ answered, his scowl deepening as the waitress arrived with his scotch.

“What have we here?” Ken queried, raising his eyebrows. “Looks like we caught you red handed.”

“I’m not allowed to have a drink?” Russ asked.

“No, go ahead,” Ken laughed. “It’s just good to see you take off your priest’s collar once in awhile.”

Russ clamped his jaw tight. He wasn’t about to react to his brother’s jibes. “Where are the kids?’ he directed at Kathy.

“Your mother’s,” Kathy sighed, as if that explained everything.

Russ frowned. “Oh. I guess three isn’t too much for her to handle . . .”

“Relax,” Ken said. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. At least your kid isn’t a brat like some people’s.” He jerked his head in Kathy’s direction.

“They’re your kids, too, remember?” Kathy quipped. “Or have you forgotten already?”

“What ever you say,” Ken shrugged, taking a large swig of the beer that had just arrived. He leaned in toward Russ conspiratorially. “Greg's not used to staying overnight without his mommy," he snorted.

“He’s only five,” Kathy sniffed, digging for a cigarette.

“She keeps babying the kid. No wonder he's such a brat," Ken continued.         

"I hated to leave them, the way your mother was carrying on," Kathy explained, taking a long drag on her cigarette.

"Do you have to blow that right in my face?” Ken complained, waving at the smoke. “And just what did that mean anyway?"

"You know exactly what I mean," Kathy said, expelling another puff of smoke. "She's always trying to interfere with how we raise our children." Ken grunted dismissively. “No, I mean it! She's always pushing all that religious garbage at them. I've had it with them coming home and asking me if I'm going to heaven or hell. It's scaring them."

“A little fire and brimstone never hurt anybody,” Ken defended. “Look at me. I turned out okay.”

“Fine example," Russ noted dry.

“Oh, right, " Ken snorted. “Mr. Perfect talking."

“Is he always this sociable?" Russ asked Kathy, striving for lightness.

“Only on good days," Kathy laughed humorlessly, stubbing out her cigarette.

Ken tipped his beer back and guzzled the rest as if in some kind of competition. “Ah!” he breathed, followed by a loud burp. “What’s a guy got to do to get another drink around here?” Kathy just rolled her eyes. “Hey, bro. Order us another round while I take my wife for a spin,” Ken said. "How about it, Kath? Wanna dance?” He was already dragging her toward the dance floor.

Russ watched the pair with a combination of amusement and pity. Kathy was now laughing breathlessly up at Ken, obviously happy to be the recipient of some positive attention. It was a shame that it took liquor.

His attention was caught by another couple on the dance floor. It was the girl that Russ had noticed earlier, dancing with Jack Burton, the aging saxophone player who had laid aside his instrument while the rest of the troupe carried on. Mismatched as they were, they seemed to dance as one with energetic abandon. And despite what Russ considered to be her somewhat unbecoming attire – cut off jeans, a turtle neck sweater and hiking boots - there was something provocative about the way she moved with such grace and fluidity, totally unembarrassed. In fact, she seemed oblivious to any onlookers, so immersed was she in the dance.

When the song ended, the young woman and her partner retreated to her table, laughing. The other band members took a break and joined them. The older men seemed very familiar with her. Especially the leader. He placed a possessive arm about her shoulders and was leaning in close to whisper in her ear. Something rose up suddenly within Russ’s chest. Disapproval? Disgust? Envy, maybe?

He slammed back the rest of his scotch, wiping his mouth just as Ken and Kathy reappeared.

"Did you see that couple out there?" Kathy enthused. "Weren’t they great? Just like out of a movie!"

“The old man certainly seems lively for his age,” Russ offered with a shrug.

“I wasn't lookin' at the old man," Ken guffawed with a wink. "Mm-mm. Them’s a great set of legs!"

"I didn’t notice."

“Oh right,” Ken laughed. “You can fool most of the people most of the time, but this is your bro, here, man. I know you’ve still got some red blood in there somewhere, no matter what you want people to believe.”

“Whatever. She’s not my type.”

“She too skinny for you?" Ken asked.

“Just drop it,” Russ responded tightly.

“Maybe it’s been so long, you forgot how . . .”

“Shut up," Russ clipped.

“I know Miranda was a bitch, but -"

“I said, shut up." Russ rose from the table, his anger barely contained.

“Where you going?’ Ken demanded.

“To my room. Goodnight.” Russ turned sharply and headed for the exit. For a moment the three Scotch that he’d downed rather abruptly went straight to his head. He slowed his pace just enough to regain his bearings and then continued toward the door.

Directly in front of him, also nearing the exit, were the wiry old musician and the strange young woman. She had her arm slung casually around his shoulders, while his encircled her slim waist. Another wave of – something - flooded Russ’s body as he watched them. He told himself it was loathing, but other parts of his anatomy whispered ‘lust’. Probably just the Scotch. He wasn’t used to drinking anymore.

Who cared, anyway? What wayward girls did with aging jazz musicians was really no concern of his. So why couldn’t he get her image out of his head?

Author Bio:

Tracy Krauss is a high school teacher by profession, and a prolific author, artist, playwright and director by choice. She received her Bachelor's degree from the University of Saskatchewan and has gone on to teach Art, Drama and English -- all the things she is passionate about. After raising four children, she and her husband now reside in beautiful Tumbler Ridge, BC where she continues to pursue all of her creative interests. Her first two books, AND THE BEAT GOES ON and MY MOTHER THE MAN-EATER, were both nominated for the 'Indie Excellence Book Awards' for religious fiction in 2011. A third novel, PLAY IT AGAIN, the much anticipated prequel to her first book has just been released. Tracy also has one stage play in print

Reviews/Notices/Awards:

This is one best comtemporary novels I've read all year. I started reading this book yesterday and read until I had to go to bed last night, then finished it this morning. For me, this is the kind of novel that is very hard to put down. I read into the wee hours. I didn't want to sleep and just wanted to read this book. The tension kept building and building. While some elements of the story are common to romance novels, the author did such a great job putting the elements together and making it compelling. The setting, characters, and dialog brought me back to the 1980s, and parts of the story felt like they could have come from my life. ~ Michelle Sutton, author of NEVER WITHOUT HOPE  and  THEIR SEPARATE WAYS


Why did Tracy write PLAY IT AGAIN?

I like redemption stories and PLAY IT AGAIN is just that. I also like the fact that God doesn’t wait for us to get our lives together before calling us, and even after the call, He doesn’t expect us to become something we aren’t. We still have certain God given personality traits – ‘quirks’ and flaws that He then uses to reach other ‘quirky’, flawed people. I’m also fascinated by the ‘opposites attract’ syndrome and this certainly is highlighted in this story. Sometimes I think God has a terrific sense of humor when He brings people together, again because he knows what we need better than we do. The two main characters in PLAY IT AGAIN are flawed, quirky, definitely polar opposites, and certainly not typical – all factors that make them ideal candidates in God’s eyes. Finally, I set this book back in the 1980s because this is the era of my own conversion and the story made sense to me coming from this time and social fabric.


Purchase Links:

Amazon.com - http://www.amazon.com/Play-Again-Tracy-Krauss/dp/1612043925/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1326725794&sr=1-1

Barnes and Noble - http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/play-it-again-tracy-krauss/1107838968

Publisher - http://sbpra.com/tracykrauss/